Date: Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:56:25 -0500
From: Terrance MacDonald
Subject: Brandon and Alex 37
This story involves sexual situations between teen boys, so if you
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makes you squeamish, please leave this story/site now and/or move to a
place where things like this are acceptable. Likewise, if you aren't old
enough to look at filth like this wherever you happen to be, or if you or
are a card-carrying member of the Moral-Minority, shoo, go away. I
certainly can't control whether you do or not, but you have been warned.
As always, I would like to thank my good friends, Mike, Dave and
Johan for being my editors and proof-readers on this story, as well as
offering some really helpful assistance along the way. A special thanks
also goes to Sean, who I was discussing this with in chat, and he kept me
from making a dumb mistake.
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Like the other stories I've written, this is set in a magical land
where there are no STDs, so you won't be reading about condoms being used
except in this disclaimer. This is not meant to imply that I am advocating
the practice of unsafe sex, quite the opposite actually - please take
precautions and protect yourself, there's a lot of shit out there that can
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Brandon and Alex
Chapter Thirty Seven
Kyle called Joey after Michael left his house on Friday night so
they could cement their plans for the weekend. Kyle wanted Joey to come
over to spend the night on Saturday, and stay over most of the day Sunday
as well. They agreed that Joey would come over in the early afternoon and
help Kyle move his things up into the attic room. Once they were done with
that, they could spend the rest of the afternoon at the pool of the club
Kyle's family belonged to. Then they would go out to get something to eat
and catch a movie before coming back to Kyle's house for the sleep over.
Both boys were filled with anticipation at what the weekend might
bring. Each one was hoping that the other was going to be open to some
sexual experimentation, but neither could bring himself actually to say it.
Kyle in particular was reluctant to bring up the subject. He had always
been uncomfortable discussing sexual matters, regardless of who it was
with. A lot of it was because he wasn't sure how people would react to his
sexuality, and the conversation he had just had with Michael had been one
of the most difficult things he had ever forced himself to do.
Joey was already very aroused when Kyle called him that night. He
wondered whether or not he should tell Kyle about it when they were talking
on the phone, but he decided against it. He wasn't sure what Kyle would
think if he told him that he had been watching live porn, such as it was,
over the internet.
Joey had heard from his friends, both gay and straight, that all
guys like watching porn, so he didn't really see anything wrong with what
he had been doing, but still, there was this reluctance Kyle had displayed
in discussing sex, their sexuality or even their budding relationship,
including when it was just the two of them together. Joey wasn't quite
sure why Kyle didn't want to talk about it, but he really liked Kyle,
perhaps he loved him - so Joey was willing to wait. There was something
very special about this guy that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He
definitely didn't want to mess things up between them by pushing too hard.
It was for this reason that he decided not to mention the cute kid he had
seen dancing around in (and slightly out of) his boxers on the web cam that
evening.
That night when Joey went to bed, he was still thinking about the
cute little blonde boy who was dancing for him on the web cam. That's
exactly how Joey thought of it - 'dancing for him.' The kid had responded
to all the messages he'd sent, and there hadn't even been any hesitation at
all in his doing so whenever Joey had asked him to take off another piece
of his clothing. He was sure if whoever had come into the room and shut
the camera down had waited a little longer he would have been able to talk
the kid out of his boxers too. He hoped it wasn't a parent, but he figured
from the brief glimpse of the arm reaching over to turn off the computer
that it was more likely to be one of the older boys he normally saw on the
site. Probably one of them was his older brother. But when his dick had
popped out through his fly... DAMN!!! Joey couldn't stop thinking about
that, it looked so huge on that kid, and from the looks of him he couldn't
have been more than 11 or 12 years old.
Joey lay between the soft sheets, rubbing his cock through the
briefs he had worn to bed that night. He felt a moment of guilt that he
was thinking about the blonde kid instead of Kyle, but that passed quickly
as the vision of the boy's dick, flopping around through the fly in his
boxers popped back into his mind. It felt to Joey as if his dick was
probably hard enough to cut diamonds just at that moment, and he gave in to
the images going through his mind.
Joey kicked the sheets off and pushed the briefs down to his knees,
releasing his straining hardness. It was a relief to have freed it from
the constraints of the tight garment that had been holding it in. Joey
kicked his legs a couple times, sending the little pair of cotton briefs
flying. He stroked himself a few times before rolling onto his side to get
the bottle of baby oil from his nightstand drawer.
He shivered a little as he squeezed some of the cool liquid along
the rigid shaft lying against his stomach. It contrasted sharply with the
warm air that surrounded him in his room. It seemed to become warm as he
rubbed it in, but that may well be attributed to the heat he'd been feeling
in his penis all along. Joey massaged the oil into his dick, rubbing
slowly up and down the shaft, thinking the entire time about the web cam he
watched earlier.
Joey squirted a little more of the oil onto his fingers as he
thought briefly about the day when Brandon had taken his virginity by the
pool below his bedroom window. Then as he inserted one, then two fingers
into himself he thought about that anonymous, cute, blonde boy sliding into
him. As he brought himself to climax, Joey was imagining that those two
fingers were the dick belonging to the web cam boy who had been performing
for him on his computer monitor earlier. He couldn't be sure, but it had
looked as if it would grow to be as large as Brandon's when fully erect.
And that was the biggest thing that had been up into his chute thus far.
When Joey came, it was a true explosion. He squirted long and far,
some of his seed even spraying above his head. He felt drops landing on
his face and chest, as well as his stomach. Finally when his orgasm
subsided, Joey felt a slight oozing coming out of his dick into his pubes
as his hard-on deflated.
Joey lay on his bed; naked and uncovered save for the unusually
large amount of his own semen that was cooling rapidly on his body. He was
tired and spent, moments later he drifted off to sleep. That night as he
slept, he had dreams that he would remember the next morning. Dreams about
him and the boy he had seen on the web cam. But there was also Kyle - he
was in the dream too - the three of them, naked together.
When Joey awoke in the morning, he only had fuzzy recollections of
the dreams he had, but he did note that there was fresh semen on his chest
and stomach, atop the dried up mess he had left on himself when he went to
sleep.
* * *
Billy hadn't been aware that he had been exposing himself in front
of the camera when Bobby came in and shut the computer off. In fact, Bobby
wasn't even aware of it at first. When he came into the room and saw Billy
dancing in front of the web cam, he just went into a reactionary mode.
After Bobby had shut off the computer Billy had been using, he sat Billy
down on his bed.
It was then that he finally noticed that Billy's half hard dick was
protruding through the open fly in his boxers. It wasn't the first time
Bobby had seen it, but it was the first time he had seen it aroused. He
was a little surprised at the size it grew to when the blood began flowing
into it and made it harden. It hadn't looked that large during the
surreptitious glances he had taken when they had showered or changed
together, but then on those occasions it had been completely flaccid,
perhaps even shrunken a little because of the cool water they had been
swimming in.
"Billy, do you have any idea what you were doing?" This came out
far more as an exclamation than it did a question. He was pretty sure that
Billy didn't really have any idea.
"I was just dancing around; I don't see what the problem is."
Billy really didn't understand why Bobby was upset about what he had been
doing.
"Yeah, but you were doing it in front of a camera, for an audience.
And your... um... well, with your dick hanging out..." Bobby blushed and
looked down into Billy's lap as he said this. And Billy's dick was still
sticking out through the opening in his boxers, which he looked down and
finally saw. Billy's cheeks flushed deep red with embarrassment when he
saw how his equipment was sticking out, and the semi-engorged condition it
was in.
Billy leaned forward, resting his head in his hands, his elbows on
his knees, but made no move to tuck his dick back inside his shorts. "Who
was it that saw me?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," Bobby told him. "I shut the computer off as soon
as I saw what you were doing. It probably wouldn't have saved the log
file, so I don't know if I can find out."
Billy was upset - for the most part because he hadn't meant to
upset the boy that he considered to be his closest friend, and from Bobby's
reaction when he came into the room he really thought that Bobby was mad at
him. Then there was what Bobby had told him about not knowing who he had
been showing off for on the web camera. At first he had found the
experience exciting, but now... Now he was almost repulsed by what he had
done.
Bobby put his arms around Billy, hugging him tightly. He could
tell that Billy needed comforting, and that's what he wanted to do for his
friend - comfort and reassure him. He felt Billy wrap his arms around him,
returning the hug. He could tell that Billy was starting to feel a little
better.
But as he was hugging Billy, and the scent of the boy filled his
nostrils, he couldn't resist running his hands over the boy's back and -
heart pulsing - he slid his hands down, and then beneath the waistband of
his underwear to cup the smooth, tight buns below.
The next few moments were a blur - first they had been sitting on
the end of Bobby's bed in a warm, comforting embrace. Then, almost
instantly it seemed, they were lying with their heads on the pillows at the
head of the bed, and Bobby felt Billy's dick, hard and pulsing in his hand.
Then they kissed. It was long, deep and passionate. When they broke
apart, Bobby handed Billy the phone. "Call your parents," he said. "Ask
them if you can spend the night."
* * *
Brandon and Alex woke up almost at once, spooned together. Brandon
was in front, Alex behind him. They were lying on the fold out bed in
Brandon's basement on top of the sheets. Neither was quite sure what had
awakened them at first. Then they realized that the overhead lights had
come on in the room. The smell of breakfast cooking wafted down to them,
and they heard Brandon's mother call down to them. "Time to get up boys,
breakfast is almost ready!"
Patricia MacMillan could be a formidable force. Both boys knew
they had better make themselves presentable and get upstairs to eat lest
they have to endure her wrath. They found Alex's ripped up briefs lying on
the floor next to the sofa-bed without any problem, but neither of them
could recall what had become of Brandon's boxers. They had very little
time to get up to the kitchen, so they both pulled on their shorts without
any underwear and went upstairs.
As the boys padded into the kitchen, shirtless and in bare feet,
Brandon's father looked up from the crossword puzzle in his morning paper,
which was sort of a ritual for him during breakfast on the weekends. "A
little informal aren't we this morning?" Brad MacMillan was dressed in
khaki shorts and a t-shirt, and had a pair of Dockers on his feet.
Patricia had on a print dress with flower patterns that came to just below
her knees and a pair of sandals.
"Well Mom called us to eat..." Brandon started.
"And we know better than to keep her waiting," Alex finished as
they sat down at the table and started to dig in to the hearty breakfast
Brandon's mother had laid out.
Both Brad and Patricia noticed that the boys were doing their best
to try and conceal that they were sore in their backsides which was
exhibited by a sort of an odd gait as they walked across the kitchen.
Neither of them said anything about it though. They both assumed the boys
had been having sex the night before, but they had no idea of the toys
their son and his boyfriend had been playing with.
Brandon had tried the "beads" first, and was able to accept two
before telling Alex that it hurt too much and to please pull them out.
Alex had managed three, probably owing to the fact that Brandon was built
quite a lot larger than him in the cock department, so he was used to a
little more being inserted into his back end. Brandon had compared the
experience to having bowling balls shoved up his butt, so it wasn't very
likely they would be experimenting with that particular toy again.
As they were finishing up their meals, Brandon's father looked
across the table at the boys and said, "We're going down to the farmer's
market to do a little shopping, then we're going to the flea market to look
around. Do you guys want to come with us?"
Brandon and Alex glanced at each other, then answered as one, "No
thanks."
Brandon added, "We'll just hang out here, okay?"
Brad nodded at his son, granting his approval, and as his wife had
just left the room, whispered to them in a conspiratorial tone, "Don't do
anything we wouldn't do." Then he got up, but as he left the table he
turned and told them that since they were staying home it was their job to
clean up the kitchen.
* * *
Steven was sitting in his kitchen in his underwear, eating
breakfast when the phone rang. He turned in his chair to look at the
caller ID box and saw that it was from his mother's cell phone. He decided
to either let the answering machine or his father (if he was up yet and
wanted to talk to her) get it. As for himself, Steven didn't feel much
like talking to her. He was still trying to reconcile in his own mind how
she could have tried to have him kidnapped - and the place she wanted to
send him away to... He shuddered at the thought.
He had been stunned at the revelations about the problems his
parents had been having in their marriage as well. How could things have
been so horribly wrong in his own home without him having a clue what was
going on? He needed to talk to someone - to Carson. He hoped his
boyfriend would be up by now. As Steven finished cleaning the kitchen from
preparing his breakfast, he noticed that there were several empty bottles
of the ale he had shared with his father the night before.
'He must have stayed up drinking for a while after I went to bed,'
he thought. 'That must be why I haven't seen him yet this morning.'
Steven's father was normally an early riser, so he had been a little
surprised when he came downstairs at ten o'clock in the morning and his
father was nowhere to be seen. He was picking up his cell phone from its
charging cradle to call Carson when it began to chirp, signaling that there
was an incoming call. He looked at the caller ID display and saw that once
again it was his mother's cell phone number. All of ten minutes had passed
since she had tried to call using the land line and he still didn't want to
talk to her. He rejected the call and let it go to voice mail. Forty
seconds later a slightly different tone came from the phone indicating that
a voice mail message had been left. Steven hit the ignore button once more
to get the phone to stop beeping at him before tucking it into his pocket.
He decided to go for a ride on his bike, he would call Carson
later. He went upstairs to his room and put on a tank-top shirt and a pair
of jogging shorts. He slipped his feet into his sneakers and was knotting
up the laces when his father stepped into his doorway. "Who was on the
phone?" he asked.
"Mom." Steven wasn't in the mood for much conversation this
morning.
"What did she want?"
"Dunno, I didn't answer." Steven finally looked up at his father.
He was unshaven, his hair was a mess and he was dressed only in a pair of
boxers. All in all he looked pretty rough.
"How you feeling this morning?" Steven asked.
"I feel like hell kiddo," his father answered as he rubbed his
head. "Let this be a lesson to you on the evils of drink."
"Uh Dad, I hate to tell you this... But you were the one doing the
drinking, I only had the one."
"I know that son, but a good father wants his children to learn
from his mistakes." With that, Trevor turned and walked back down the hall
toward his bedroom. A moment later, Steven heard the sound of water
running in his father's shower. He didn't have any pockets in the clothes
he was wearing, so he fastened a fanny pack around his waist, dropped his
cell phone and wallet in and headed downstairs and out through the garage.
His mother's car was still there, as she had ridden with his father when
they came to the police station the night before. He figured she would
come by sooner or later to pick it up. He just hoped he wasn't there when
she did.
Steven pedaled off down the street, headed for the park. His
emotions were conflicting again this morning. His father had opened up
with him about how bad things had been in his parents' marriage the night
before, and Steven believed him about all that. Still, that was his
MOTHER. He was having a very difficult time reconciling in his mind how
she could have tried to do what she had to him. He tried not to think
about it, and let his mind go blank as he entered the park grounds.
Steven had made one complete lap around the park itself before he
turned on the road that would take him down through the "coves" - the area
of the park that was typically used for cruising spots. He had been
relatively driven in the way he had pedaled his bicycle when he was riding
around the perimeter of the park, and had worked up a good sweat doing so.
As a result, Steven took it easy, coasting mostly as he wound his way down
the twisty road that ran through the coves. About halfway down the road
Steven stopped his bike, lifted it over the curb and walked it a little way
down the grass. He stopped, laid his bike on the ground and sat next to
it. He stared out into space for a few minutes, and then dropped his face
into his hands.
He'd chosen this spot because it had a particular significance to
him and some of his friends. This was the exact spot where his friends
Bobby and Michael had first met. He thought being here make him feel
better. So far it hadn't - all the thoughts of what had happened the
previous afternoon and evening were still occupying all the available space
in his head.
Steven felt a hand on his shoulder and heard a voice saying "Are
you alright?"
It was only then that he realized he had been quietly sobbing into
his hands. He rubbed the tears out of his eyes and turned his head to see
who was there. When he did, his face brightened immediately, but he was
sort of ashamed for not having recognized his boyfriend's voice.
Steven reached out and drew him in for a hug. It was only a second
later that Carson fell over on top of him and they rolled over on the cool,
green grass. Steven was tired of hiding their relationship from everyone -
anyone he cared about already knew he and Carson were in love, so the rest
of the world could go fuck itself if they didn't like it. He lowered his
head, and his lips met Carson's in public for the very first time.
* * *
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